Pamela wrung her hands in her trouble.
"Do not be angry with me," she entreated. "I took it off in the wood, there where you found me. It is there still."
"Pamela," his voice was stern. "Did he remove your ring?"
"No, no. A thousand times, no! How could you think I would let him?"
"Forgive me, child—I ought to have known you better. But why did you take off the ring?"
She looked to left and right, as though seeking a way of escape, and answered nothing.
"I see," said Lord Glengall, and his face had a look of suffering. "You took it off because it irked you to wear it. You wanted to be free."
"It was only a mood."
"A bad mood for me, child. Why could you not have trusted me, and have told me I had asked too much? It would have been kinder."
"I shall never forgive myself," cried Pam.